Sunny

Going through some shit

Yeah, ay, uh

Feeling like my ignorance has been breaking apart, uh

Somewhere between making M's and making my mark

Stare at the ceiling, what is the purpose?

I'm praying my brain's the church

I'ma need to buy some detergent

My spirit got on some dirt

I'm twenty-two but feeling twenty-nine and twelve all at the same time

Scrap with some demons for hours like Anime fights

Never tell my parents the truth

But the day I do, I can see their perspective

I just hopе that they gon' understand mine

I got a crib now

I don't owе nobody for this work, so I just thank God

Came across so many bottles filled with tears

The market is a place of fear

The shades they rock to cover up them pained eyes

Chase success but hope I don't get too successful fame-wise, uh

Fake honesty, you not my friend, you franchise

I don't want a life where privacy's a thing I can't find

Yeah, they love the movie but they move on when the main dies

Man, it's tragic

Too many cameras, it'll get you manic

Don't want the fame, I want some rest

This shit is thankless

I heard the rent's expensive up in Calabasas

My plan today is get some head, and get my prayers answered

Or maybe tail, coin toss

Your energy ain't touching me

I'll rip your face off

Been through a lot, I'm moving like I never take loss

I'll make a movie and my life's the story that it's based of

Fuck around I eat some Jollibee's

I love the grease and all the seasoning

I just want some peace

No enemies, but I'ma still compete

New apartment, got my keys

We fuckin' in the evening

Apologies but I'ma body you in songs I'm featuring

You ain't gonna rap no more, no more

You gon' be a TikToker dancer, no, no

You gon' be a filmmaker, when you meet Scorcese he will say your movies all trash and so so (aah)

Man this shit is soundin' painful

Praising the Lord, but I'm here to make Satan look like an angel

With the wings and all like Lemon Pepper

Ricky Ross and Drake

In any case, you know I'm in when I got them currencies to make

I got the cake

The heist is easy when you know the combination to the safe

This shit come easy to me

I just ask, He give it to me

I used to roll the paper now the paper rollin' in

Man, I don't know what changed

But maybe I just started focusing

You don't like how I'm moving

'Least I'm moving like a you-Haul

I don't like parties in the hills

That shit is too far

They do more lines than Tarantino movies

Acting like they better than me

Take your motherfucking Prada boots off

Less brain cells than a Whip-it! Can

Sold a couple Gildan shirts, tell the world he's a business man

Your shoes are fake and your whip is rented

It's always sunny in Indo'

And lately man I just need a tan